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CAROLS AND POEMS 


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SECOND SERIES 


NEW YORK 
THE H. W. WILSON COMPANY 
1924 


Second Series 
Published July 1923 
Second printing June 1924 


Printed in the United States of America 


CONTENTS 


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Aunt Mary: A Cornish Christmas Chant 20... ceeescseecescceeeee 30 
Robert Stephen Hawker 

MEAT OMAR mnie ees A CL Wal Date AVE DEVS glial Ne 22 
Langdon E. Mitchell 

CGATOUEGE: THEM WEITER OAV fo eee hyo el eee) SN ving ee 42 
Old English Carol 

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Francis Thompson 

SOHVISHTIAS Chatty line ome een es ain rey) AC RUCN YRS oI, 
Phillips Brooks 

RUITIShITAS TALL etd foes tranny YET (EON Re SAC nba 24 
Gilbert K. Chesterton 

CUBTIStT AS CUATO RI ea ik ae ceed, POE SONU R MSU, URN aN, 27 

homas Helmore 

ORTISUNASICE VEL er eect A ae Det iy Fa ALIS Vi ASIN Meagan UN 2! 
Eugene Field 

ROTITIStIVVAS ITE STNG FLOAT ER a Geet ed oe ak ONE IRE ah 39 

CATiAtIIneTLCeGend yet sore us mem eR Ven UII 13 
Frank Sidgwick 

CCT Pist me SOT lel CANN Os eran Meu i CIR tee U I LANG 38 
Lydia Avery Coonley Ward 

Christmas. Tree in the Nursery: occccst peices sscsscese eoneencneeteee 40 
Richard Watson Gilder 

Christmas Trees .......sssssssssssssssssssce ADEE AT ae AUN MRIS Sporto 31 
Mary F. Butts 

Hedsti ou ste otenhen boa a ee ey TRA AUR 8 
Ruth Sawyer 

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Emilie Poulsson 

Nasenneslesus and) Mary cue eee Co hh ales ideas 9 
From a Gypsy Carol 

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Tschaikovsky 

Deon ae AGO or a teen Wet NIRV 23 

Marehvot thes l bree ings (iets es eae) 15 
Old Provencal Carol 

Newsrrince. New Pony cite ot nh ery 26 
Robert Southwell 

Now Thrice Welcome Christrmas .......c..scscccsssssscsessssssseeesssseeeee 4 
Poor Richard’s Almanack 1695 

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Phillips Brooks 

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Frederick E. Weatherly 

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Emilie Poulsson 


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A CATCH BY THE HEARTH 


Sing we all merrily 
Christmas is here, 

The day that we love best 
Of days in the year. 


Bring forth the holly, 

The box, and the bay, 
Deck out our cottage 

For glad Christmas-day. 


Sing we all merrily, 
Draw around the fire, 
Sister and brother, 
Grandson and sire. 
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THE SINGERS IN THE SNOW 


God bless the master of this house 
And all that are therein, 

And to begin the Christmas tide 
With mirth now let us sing. 

For the Saviour of all the people 
Upon this time was born, 

Who did from death deliver us, 


When we were left forlorn. 


Then let us all most merry be, 
And sing with cheerful voice, 
For we have good occasion now 
This time for to rejoice. 
For, etc. 


Then put away contention all 
And fall no more at strife, 
Let every man with cheerfullness 
Embrace his loving wife. 
For, etc. 


With plenteous food your houses store, 
Provide some wholesome cheer, 
And call your friends together, 


‘That live both far and near. 
For, etc. 


Then let us all most merry be, . 
Since that we are come here, 
And we do hope before we part 
To taste some of your beer. 
For, etc. 


Your beer, your beer, your Christmas beer, 
That seems to be so strong; 
And we do wish that Christmas tide 
Was twenty times so long. 
For, etc. 


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Then sing with voices cheerfully, 
For Christ this time was born, 
Who did from death deliver us, 
When we were left forlorn. 
For, etc. 


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NOW THRICE WELCOME CHRISTMAS 


Now thrice welcome Christmas, 
Which brings us good-cheer, 
Minced pies and plum-porridge, 
Good ale and strong beer; 
With pig, goose, and capon, 
The best that can be, 
So well doth the weather 
And our stomachs agree. 


Observe how the chimneys 

Do smoke all about, 
The cooks are providing 

For dinner no doubt; 
But those on whose tables 

No victuals appear, 
O may they keep Lent 

All the rest of the year! 


With holly and ivy 

So green and so gay, 
We deck up our houses 

As fresh as the day, 
With bays and rosemary, 

And laurel complete, 
And everyone now 

Is a king in conceit. 


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OLD CHRISTMAS 


All you that in his house be here, 
Remember Christ that for us dy’d, 

And spend away with modest cheere 
In loving sort this Christmas-tide. 


And whereas plenty God hath sent, 
Give frankly to your friends in love: 

The bounteous mind is freely bent, 
And never will a niggard prove. 


Our table’s spread within the hall, 
I know a banquet is at hand, 
And friendly sort to welcome all 
That will unto their cacklings stand. 


The maids are bonny girles, I see, 
Who have provided much good cheere, 
Which at my dame’s commandment be 
To set it on the table here. 


For I have here two knives in store 
To lend to him that wanteth one; 
Commend my wits, good lads, therefore, 
That come now hither having none. 


For if I should, no Christmas pye 
Would fall, I doubt, unto my share; 
Wherefore I will my manhood try 
To fight a battle if I dare. 


For pastry crust, like castle walls, 
Stands braving me unto my face; 
I am not well until it falls, 
And I made captain of the place. 


The prunes so lovely look on me, 
I cannot choose but venture on: 
One pye-meat spiced brave I see, 
One which, I must not leave alone. 


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OLD CHRISTMAS RETURNED 


All you that to feasting and mirth are inclined, 

Come here is good news for to pleasure your mind, 

Old Christmas is come for to keep open house, 

He scorns to be guilty of starving a mouse: 

Then come, boys, and welcome for diet the chief, 
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minced pies, and roast beef. 


The holly and ivy about the walls wind 

And show that we ought to our neighbors be kind, 
Inviting each other for pastime and sport, 

And where we best fare, there we most do resort; 

We fail not of victuals, and that of the chief, 
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minced pies, and roast beef. 


All travellers, as they do pass on their way, 

At gentlemen’s halls are invited to stay, 

Themselves to refresh, and their horses to rest, 

Since that he must be Old Christmas’s guest; 

Nay, the poor shall not want, but have for relief, 
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minced pies, and roast beef. 


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WASSAIL SONG 


Wassail! wassail! all round the town, 

For the cup is white and the ale is brown, 
For it’s our wassail, and ’tis your wassail, 
And ’tis joy come to our jolly wassail! 


The cup is made of the ashen tree, 

And the ale is made of the best barley, 
For it’s our wassail, and ’tis your wassail, 
And ’tis joy come to our jolly wassail! 


O maid, fair maid in Holland smock, 

Come ope the door and turn the lock, 
For it’s our wassail, and "tis your wassail, 
And ’tis joy come to our jolly wassail! 


O master, mistress, that sit by the fire, 

Consider us poor travellers all in the mire. 
For it’s our wassail, and ‘tis your wassail, 
And ’tis joy come to our jolly wassail! 


Put out the ale and raw milk cheese, 

And then you shall see how happy we be’s, 
For it’s our wassail, and ’tis your wassail, 
And ’tis joy come to our jolly wassail! 


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FEAST O' ST. STEPHEN 


Listen all ye, ’tis the Feast o’ St. Stephen, 

Mind that ye keep it, this holy even. 

Open your door and greet ye the stranger, 

For ye mind that the wee Lord had naught but a manger. 
Mhuire as truagh! 

Feed ye the hungry and rest ye the weary, 

This ye must do for the sake of Our Mary. 

"Tis well that ye mind—ye who sit by the fire— 

That the Lord He was born in a dark and cold byre. 
Mhuire as truagh! 
Ruth Sawyer 


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JOSEPH, JESUS AND MARY 


Joseph, Jesus and Mary 

Were travelling for the west, 
When Mary grew a-tired, 

She might sit down and rest. 


They travelled further and further, 
The weather being so warm, 

Till they came unto a husbandman 
A-sowing of his corn. 


“Come, husbandman,”’ cried Jesus, 
‘Throw all your seed aside, 

And carry home as ripened corn 
That you have sowed this tide. 


“For to keep your wife and family 
From sorrow, grief and pain, 
And keep Christ in remembrance 
Till seed time comes again.” 
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A LEGEND 


Christ, when a child, a garden made, 
And many roses flourished there, 

He watered them three times a day, 
To make a garland for his hair. 


And when in time the roses bloomed 
He called the children in to share; 

They tore the flowers from every stem 
And left the garden stript and bare. 


“How wilt thou weave thyself a crown 
Now that thy roses all are dead?” 
““Ye have forgotten that the thorns 
Are left for me,” the Christ-child said. 


They plaited then a crown of thorns 
And laid it rudely on his head. 

A garland for his forehead made 
For roses drops of blood instead. 


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"Twas Christmas Eve, the snow 
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The peasants’ fire burnt low, 


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Lay on the humble board, 
But all, with thankful hearts, 
Axrose and blessed the Lord. 


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The peasant opens the door— 

Who wanders late to-night 
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A Child with wistful eyes 

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There on the seat they loved, 
The dear, dead mother’s chair, 


They broke the bread and gave, 
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That night they sleeping lay, 
The Child arose and blessed them, 
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Abroad on a winter’s night there ran 

Under the starlight, leaping the mills 

Swollen with snow-drip from the hills, 
Goat-legged, goat-bearded Pan. 


He loved to run on the crisp white floor, 
Where black hill-torrents chiselled grooves, 
And he loved to print his clean-cut hooves, 


Where none had trod before. 


And now he slacked and came to a stand 
Beside a river too broad to leap; 
And as he panted he heard a sheep 

That bleated near at hand. 


““Bell-wether, bell-wether, what do you say? 
Peace, and huddle your ewes from cold!” 
‘“Master, but ere we went to fold 

Our herdsman hastened away: 


“Over the hill came other twain 
And pointed away to Bethlehem, 
And spake with him, and he followed them, 


And has not come again. 


“He dropped his pipe of the river-reed; 
He left his scrip in his haste to go; 
And all our grazing is under snow, 

So that we cannot feed.” 


“Left his sheep on a winter’s night ?’’— 

Pan folded them with an angry frown. 

‘“Bell-wether, bell-wether, I'll go down 
Where the star shines bright.” 


Down by the hamlet he met the man. 
‘Shepherd, no shepherd, thy flock is lorn!” 
‘Master, no master, a child is born 

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“Lo, I have seen; I go to my sheep, 
Follow my footsteps through the snow, 
But warily, warily see thou go, 

For child and mother sleep.”’ 


Into the stable-yard Pan crept, 

And there in a manger a baby lay 

Beside his mother upon the hay, 
And mother and baby slept. 


Pan bent over the sleeping child, 

Gazed on him, panting after his run: 

And while he wondered, the little one 
Opened his eyes and smiled; 


Smiled, and after a little space 
Struggled an arm from the swaddling-band, 
And raising a tiny dimpled hand, 

Patted the bearded face. 


Something snapped in the breast of Pan; 

His heart, his throat, his eyes were sore, 

And he wished to weep as never before 
Since the world began. 


And out he went to the silly sheep, 

To the fox on the hill, the fish in the sea, 

The horse in the stall, the bird in the tree, 
Asking them how to weep. 


They could not teach—they did not know; 

The law stands writ for the beast that’s dumb 

That a limb may ache and a heart be numb, 
But never a tear can flow. 


So bear you kindly to-day, O Man, 
To all that is dumb and all that is wild, 
For the sake of the Christmas Babe who smiled 
In the eyes of great god Pan. 
Frank Sidgwick 
From ‘‘Some Verse’’ by Frank Sidgwick. 


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MARCH OF THE THREE KINGS 


This high-way 
Beheld at break of day 
Three Eastern Kings go by upon their journey. 
This high-way 
Beheld at break of day 
Three Eastern Kings go by in rich array. 
With courage high 
All their guards passed by, 
Their knights-at-arms with the squires and the pages. 
With courage high 
All their guards passed by, 
With gilded armor shining like the sky. 


Wondering then, 
I watched the mighty men, 
I stood amazed as the knights were passing. 
Wondering then, 
I watched the mighty men, 
And as they passed I followed them again. 
They journeyed far 
To the guiding star 
That shone where Jesus was lying in a manger. 
And far away 
Where the Christ Child lay 
They found the shepherds come to watch and pray. 


Gaspard old 
Had brought a gift of gold. 
He said, “My Lord, Thou art the King of Glory.” 
Gaspard old 
Gave Christ his gift of gold, 
And that this Child would conquer death, he told. 
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At the Christ Child’s feet 
King Melchior placed, saying, “Thou art God of armies.” 
Although He lies 
Here in humble guise, 


This little Child is God of earth and skies.” 


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“You will die; 
For You, my Lord, I cry,” 
Wept Balthazar, his gifts of myrrh presenting. 
“You will die 
And in a tomb will lie, 
For on a cross you will be lifted high.”’ 
All we to-day 
To the Child must pray, 
Who came to earth with His gifts of peace and blessing, 
To Him we pray | 
And our homage pay 
And with the Kings we march along the way. 
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O little town of Bethlehem, 
How still we see thee lie! 
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep 
The silent hours go by. 
Yet in thy dark street shineth 
The everlasting Light; 
The hopes and fears of all the years 
Are met in thee to-night. | 


O morning stars, together 
Proclaim the holy birth! 

And praises sing to God the King, 
And peace to men on earth. 

For Christ is born of Mary 
And gathered all above, 

While mortals sleep the Angels keep 
Their watch of wondering love. 


How silently, how silently, 
‘The wondrous gift is given! 
So God imparts to human hearts 
The blessings of His Heaven. 
No ear may hear His coming; 
But in this world of sin, 
Where meek souls will receive Him still, 
The dear Christ enters in. 


Where children pure and happy 
Pray to the blessed Child, 
Where Misery cries out to [hee, 
Son of the Mother mild. 
Where Charity stands watching, 
And Faith holds wide the door, 
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks, 
And Christmas comes once more. 


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O holy child of Bethlehem, 
Descend to us we pray! 
Cast out our sin and enter in, 
Be born in us to-day. 
We hear the Christmas angels 
The great glad tidings tell; 
O, come to us, abide with us, 
O Lord Emmanuel! 
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THE SHEPHERD BOYS 


The shepherd boys 
Have met in their assembly. 
The shepherd boys 
Have thought what they should do. 
When in their gathering each one had spoken 
Telling his wish, they all boldly determined 
To find 
The King of all mankind. 


So in a band 
They set forth on their journey, 
All in a band 
In the wind and the storm. 
For the brave shepherd lads reared in the mountains 
Never are daunted by trouble or danger. 
They go 


And leave their homes below. 


Our shepherds all 
When it three o'clock sounded, 
Our shepherds all 
Have come there to the stall. 
Hats in their hands they run now to the manger, 
Hastening to bless and praise Mary the mother. 
They bend 
Before the child their friend. 


They leave for him 
Some cheese, their birthday present, 
They leave for him 
A full dozen of eggs. 
Then Joseph said to them: “Be faithful shepherds, 
Go whence you came and be safe on your journey. 
Good men 
Go to your home again.” 


Provengal Noél of Nicholas Saboly 


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He came all so still 

Where His mother was, 
As dew in April 

That falleth on the grass. 


He came all so still 

Where His mother lay, 
As dew in April 

That falleth on the spray. 


He came all so still 

To His mother’s bower, 
As dew in April 

That falleth on the flower. 


Mother and maiden 
Was never none but she! 
Well might such a lady 
God’s mother be. 


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CHRISTMAS EVE 


Oh hush thee, little Dear-my-soul, 
The evening shades are falling,— 
Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear 
The voice of the Master calling? 


Deep lies the snow upon the earth, 
But all the sky is ringing 

With joyous song, and all night long 
The stars shall dance with singing. 


Oh hush thee, little Dear-my-soul, 
And close thine eyes in dreaming, 

And angels fair shall lead thee where 
The singing stars are beaming. 


A Shepherd calls His little lambs, 
And He longeth to caress them; 
He bids them rest upon His breast, 
That His tender love may bless them. 


So hush thee, little Dear-my-soul, 
Whilst evening shades are falling, 

And above the song of the heavenly throng 
Thou shalt hear the Master calling. 


Eugene Field 


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Mary, the mother, sits on the hill, 

And cradles Child Jesu, that lies so still; 
She cradles Child Jesu, that sleeps so sound, 
And the little wind blows the song around. 


The littleywind blows the mother’s words, 
“Ei, Jesu, ei,” like the song of birds; 

“Ei, Jesu, ei,” I heard it still, 

As I lay asleep at the foot of the hill. 


“Sleep, Babe, sleep, mother watch doth keep, 
Ox shall not hurt Thee, nor ass, nor sheep; 
Dew falls sweet from Thy Father’s sky 
Sleep, Jesu, sleep! ei, Jesu, ei.” 


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Winds thru the olive trees 
Softly did blow, 


Round little Bethlehem 
Long, long ago. 


Sheep on the hillside lay 
Whiter than snow 

Shepherds were watching them, 
Long, long ago. 


Then from the happy sky, 
Angels bent low 

Singing their songs of joy, 
Long, long ago. 


For in a manger bed, 
Cradled we know, 
Christ came to Bethlehem, 
Long, long ago. 
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A CHRISTMAS CAROL 


The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap, 
His hair was like a light. 

(O weary, weary were the world, 
But here is all aright.) 


The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast, 
His hair was like a star. 

(O stern and cunning are the kings, 
But here the true hearts are.) 


The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart, 
His hair was like a fire. 

(O weary, weary is the world, 
But here the world’s desire.) 


The Christ-child stood at Mary’s knee, 
His hair was like a crown, 
And all the flowers looked up at Him, 
And all the stars looked down. 
Gilbert K. Chesterton 


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THE FIRST CHRISTMAS 


Once a little baby lay 

Cradled on the fragrant hay, 
Long ago on Christmas; 

Stranger bed a babe ne’er found, 

Wond’ring cattle stood around, 
Long ago on Christmas. 


By the shining vision taught, 

Shepherds for the Christ-child sought, 
Long ago on Christmas. 

Guided in a starlit way. 

Wise men came their gifts to pay, 
Long ago on Christmas. 


And to-day the whole glad earth 
Praises God for that Child’s birth, 
Long ago on Christmas; 
For the Life, the Truth, the Way 
Came to bless the earth that day, 
Long ago on Christmas. 
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Behold a little, tender Babe, 

In freezing winter night, 

In homely manger trembling lies; 
Alas! a piteous sight. 

The inns are full; no man will yield 
This little Pilgrim bed; 

But forced he is with silly beasts 

In crib to shroud his head. 


Weigh not his crib, his wooden dish, 
Nor beasts that by him feed; 

Weigh not his mother’s poor attire, 
Nor Joseph’s simple weed. 

This stable is a Prince’s court, 

The crib his chair of state; 

The beasts are parcel of his pomp, 
The wooden dish his plate. 


The persons in that poor attire 
His royal liv’ries wear; 
The Prince himself is come from heav’n; 
This pomp is praised there. 
With joy approach, O Christian wight! 
Do homage to thy King; 
And highly praise this humble pomp, 
Which he from Heav’n doth bring. 
Robert Southwell 


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CHRISTMAS CAROL 


Christ was born on Christmas day, 
Wreathe the holly, twine the bay, 

The Babe, the Son, the Holy One of Mary. 
Light and life and joy is He, 


He is born to set us free, 

He is born our Lord to be; 

Carol, Christians, joyfully; 

The God, the Lord, by all adored forever. 


Let the bright berries glow 


Everywhere in goodly show, 
Light and Life and joy is he, 
The Babe, the Son, the Holy One of Mary. 


Christian men, rejoice and sing; 
"Tis the birthday of our King. 
Carol, Christians, joyfully; 

The God, the Lord, 

By all adored forever. 

Night of sadness, 

Morn of gladness, evermore. 

Ever, ever, 

After many troubles sore, 

Morn of gladness evermore, and evermore. 
Midnight scarcely passed and over, 
Drawing to the holy morn; 

Very early, very early, 

Christ was born. 

Sing out with bliss, 

His name is this: 

Emmanuel! 

As ’twas foretold, 

In the days of old, 

By Gabriel. 


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And what did it feel like to be 

Out of Heaven, and just like me? 
Didst Thou sometimes think of THERE, 
And ask where all the angels were? 

I should think that I would cry 

For my house all made of sky; 

I would look about the air, 

And wonder where my angels were; 
And at waking ’twould distress me— 
Not an angel there to dress me! 


Hadst Thou ever any toys, 

Like us little girls and boys? 

And didst Thou play in Heaven with all 

The angels, that were not too tall, 

With stars for marbles? Did the things 

Play CAN YOU SEE ME? through their wings? 


Didst Thou kneel at night to pray, 

And didst Thou join Thy hands, this way ? 
And did they tire sometimes, being young, 
And make the prayer seem very long? 

And dost Thou like it best, that we 

Should join our hands and pray to Thee? 

I used to think, before I knew 

The prayer not said unless we do. 


And did Thy Mother at the night 

Kiss Thee and fold the clothes in right? 
And didst Thou feel quite good in bed, 
Kissed, and sweet, and Thy prayers said? 


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Now of all the trees by the king’s highway, 
Which do you love the best? 

O! the one that is green upon Christmas day, 
The bush with the bleeding breast. 

Now the holly with her drops of blood for me; 

For that is our dear Aunt Mary’s tree. 


Its leaves are sweet with our Saviour’s name, 
Tis a plant that loves the poor; 

Summer and winter it shines the same, 
Beside the cottage door. 

O! the holly with her drops of blood for me; 

For that is our kind Aunt Mary’s tree. 


"Tis a bush that the birds will never leave; 
They sing in it all day long; 

But sweetest of all on Christmas eve 
Is to hear the robins song. 

"Tis the merriest sound upon earth and sea; 

For it comes from our own Aunt Mary’s tree. 


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I love that tree the best; 
"Tis a bower for the birds upon Christmas day, 
The bush of the bleeding breast. 
O! the holly with her drops of blood for me; 
For that is our sweet Aunt Mary’s tree. 


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There’s a whisper in the breeze, 
Little ice-points clash and clink, 
Little needles nod and wink, 
Sturdy fir-trees sway and sigh— 
“Here am I! Here am [!”’ 


‘All the summer long I stood 

In the silence of the woods. 

Tall and tapering I grew; 

What might happen well I knew; 
For one day a little bird 

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Many things quite strange to me 

Of Christmas and the Christmas tree. 


“When the sun was hid from sight 
In the darkness of the night, 

When the wind with sudden fret 
Pulled at my green coronet, 
Staunch I stood, and hid my fears, 
Weeping silent fragrant tears, 
Praying still that I might be 
Fitted for a Christmas tree. 


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On every hand! 

In us a hoard of summer stored, 
Birds have flown over us, 

Blue sky has covered us, 

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Blossoms have flung to us 
Measureless sweetness, 


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We wait.” 


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The home of the lonely owl and crow! 

I spread my arms to shelter all 

The creatures shy, both large and small. 

I sang tor joy to the friends I knew: 

The sunshine, rain, and the sky so blue. 

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Oho for the ripples of murmuring rills! 
Oho, sing I, oho! 


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The home of the happy children gay! 
I spread my arms with gifts for all, 
From father big to baby small. 
I sing for joy to these hearts that glow— 
Of manger bed, and the Child we know. 
Oho for the holly! Oho for the light! 
Oho for the mistletoe’s berries so white! 

Oho, sing I, oho! 

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Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 

Christmas in lands of the fir-tree and pine, 

Christmas in lands of the palm-tree and vine, 

Christmas where snow-peaks stand solemn and white, 

Christmas where cornfields lie sunny and bright, 
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 


Christmas where children are hopeful and gay, 
Christmas where old men are patient and gray, 
Christmas where peace, like a dove in its flight, 
Broods o’er brave men in the thick of the fight. 
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 


For the Christ-child who comes is the Master of all, 

No palace too great and no cottage too small; 

The angels who welcome Him sing from the height, 

“In the City of David, a King in His might.” 
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 


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Christ’s pity for sorrow, Christ’s hatred for sin, 
Christ’s care for the weakest, Christ’s courage for night, 


Christ’s dread of the darkness, Christ’s love of the light, 


Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 


So the stars of the midnight which compass us round 
Shall see a strange glory, and hear a sweet sound, 
And cry, “Look! the earth is aflame with delight, 
O sons of the morning, rejoice at the sight.” 
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! 


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Let only loving looks, 
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While bells of Christmas ring, 
Joyous and clear, 

Speak only happy words, 
All love and cheer. 


Give only loving gifts, 
And in love take; 
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STOCKING SONG ON CHRISTMAS EVE 


Welcome Christmas! heel and toe, 
Here we wait thee in a row. 
Come, good Santa Claus, we beg 
Fill us tightly, foot and leg. 


Fill us quickly ere you go,— 

Fill us till we overflow, 

That’s the way! and leave us more 
Heaped in piles upon the floor. 


Little feet that ran all day 
Twitch in dreams of merry play, 
Little feet that jumped at will 
Lie all pink and white and still. 


See us, how we lightly swing, 
Hear us how we try to sing, 
Welcome Christmas! heel and toe, 
Come and fill us ere you go! 


Here we hang till some one nimbly 
Jumps with treasures down the chimney. 
Bless us! how he’ll tickle us! 

Funny old Saint Nicholas. 


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Sing, sing for Christmas! 
Welcome happy day! 

For Christ is born our Saviour, 
To take our sins away. 

Sing, sing a joyful song, 
Loud and clear to-day; 

To praise our Lord and Saviour, 
Who in the manger lay. 


Tell, tell the story 
Of the wondrous night, 
When shepherds who were watching 
Their flocks till morning light, 
Saw angel hosts from heav’n, 
Heard the angel voice, 
And so were told the tidings 
Which make the world rejoice. 


Soft, softly shining, 
Stars were in the sky, 
And silver fell the moonlight 
On hill and mountain high, 
When suddenly the night 
Outshone the bright mid-day, 
With angel hosts who herald 


The reign of peace for aye. 


Hark, hear them singing, 
Singing in the sky, 
Of worship, honor, glory, 
And praise to God on high! 
Peace, peace, good-will to men! 
Born the child from heaven! 
The Christ, the Lord, the Saviour, 
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CHRISTMAS SONG 


Why do bells for Christmas ring? 
Why do little children sing? 


Once a lovely, shining star, 
Seen by shepherds from afar, 
Gently moved until its light 
Made a manger-cradle bright. 


There a darling baby lay 
Pillowed soft upon the hay. 
And his mother sang and smiled, 
This is Christ, the holy child.” 


So the bells for Christmas ring, 


So the little children sing. 
Lydia Avery Coonley Ward 


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CHRISTMAS IN THE HEART 


It is Christmas in the mansion, 
Yule-log fires and silken frocks; 

It is Christmas in the cottage, 
Mother’s filling little socks. 


It is Christmas on the highway, 
In the thronging, busy mart; 
But the dearest truest Christmas 
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With wild surprise 

Four great eyes 

In two small heads 

From neighboring beds 

Looked out—and winked— 

And glittered and blinked 

At a very queer sight 

In the dim dawn-light. 

As plain as can be 

A fairy tree 

Flashes and glimmers 

And shakes and shimmers. 

Red, green, and blue 

Meet their view; 

Silver and gold 

Sharp eyes behold; 

Small moons, big stars; 

And jams in jars, 

And cakes, and honey, 

And thimbles, and money, 
_ Pink dogs, blue cats, 

Little squeaking rats, 

And candles, and dolls, 

And crackers, and polls, 

A real bird that sings, 

And tokens and favors, 

And all sorts of things 

For the little shavers. 


Four black eyes 

Grow big with surprise: 

And then grow bigger 

When a tiny figure, 

Jaunty and airy, 

A fairy! a fairy! 

From the tree-top cries, 

“Open wide! Black Eyes! 
Come, children, wake now! 
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A CAROL FOR TWELFTH DAY 


Mark well my heavy doleful tale, 
For Twelfth Day now is come, 
And now I must no longer stay, 
And say no word but mum. 
For I perforce must take my leave 
Of all my dainty cheer— 
Plum porridge, roast beef, and minc’d-pies, 
My strong ale and my beer. 


Kind hearted Christmas, now adieu, 
For I with thee must part; 

But oh! to take my leave of thee 
Doth grieve me at the heart. 

Thou wert an ancient housekeeper, 
And mirth with meat didst keep, 

But thou art going out of town 
Which causes me to weep. 


Come, butler, fill a brimmer full, 
To cheer my fainting heart, 
That to old Christmas I may drink 

Before he does depart. 
And let each one that’s in the room 
With me likewise condole, 
And now to cheer their spirits sad 
Let each one drink a bowl. 


And when the same it hath gone round, 
Then fall unto your cheer; 

For you well know that Christmas time 
It comes but once a year. 

Thanks to my master and my dame 
That do such cheer afford, 

God bless them, that each Christmas they 
May furnish so their board. 


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